"Good. I'd throw a fucking molotov up in the clouds hoping it would burn his pussy palace down."
This is what Viktor thought of Heaven anyway. He wanted to go to Hell naturally. The guy standing in his hotel room could be his one way ticket to the fiery furnace he sought out once he died. Looking at the doll once more Viktor just shook his head and rolled his eyes. Really? It looked fucking ugly.
"Ugly, mate. It isn't me. Looks like some fucking pussy doll."
There was no way Viktor was about to admit that Lucifer had done a good job on the doll's appearance and that it did look like him. A bit. Maybe. His pride was at stake here.
"There's a bloke, sort of bloke called Hunter and he's more like a fucking doll than me. Hammer's singer. Swedish girly man. You should make a doll out of him and give it to his tarty drummer boyfriend."
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Date: 2021-09-01 08:27 pm (UTC)This is what Viktor thought of Heaven anyway. He wanted to go to Hell naturally. The guy standing in his hotel room could be his one way ticket to the fiery furnace he sought out once he died. Looking at the doll once more Viktor just shook his head and rolled his eyes. Really? It looked fucking ugly.
"Ugly, mate. It isn't me. Looks like some fucking pussy doll."
There was no way Viktor was about to admit that Lucifer had done a good job on the doll's appearance and that it did look like him. A bit. Maybe. His pride was at stake here.
"There's a bloke, sort of bloke called Hunter and he's more like a fucking doll than me. Hammer's singer. Swedish girly man. You should make a doll out of him and give it to his tarty drummer boyfriend."